Chương 6: 6. Boys are Stupid
Noah,
Like, Okay. So Derek DIDN'T sign the divorce papers. Which makes me exponentially angry. And Jeremiah died, so Dr. Bailey is in a terrible mood. Jeremiah was like her really old patient/friend person. And Cristina lost her baby and she was like fine and then she wasn't and she wouldn't stop crying. I think she's okay now. Oh, and Ellis Grey was at our hospital, and George lost her twice.
Anyway, I probably shouldn't be using hospital computers to type emails but my texting bill just ran out and I haven't paid it yet. But just finished rounds as an update, and there was this guy with a herniated disk who was watching Nasty, Naughty Nurses 4 to release endorphins. Which… although an unusual kind of pain relief, is actually quite affective.
Gotta keep this short cause I'm with Montgomery-Shepherd today and she needs me to check up on a placental abruption patient. Take her to pre-op and all that. Hope you're staying safe whatever you're doing in New York and that you can respond soon.
With all my love,
Emily
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"What was that?" Emily called as she walked up to Izzie, Cristina and Meredith, all in some state of sadness or annoyance. "The lights are shorting out." Izzie turned around, walking past her. "Uh, okay? Hi, Iz,"
"Boys are stupid."
"I know," She agreed, finally reaching the other two. Leaning over the rail, she glanced at them. As she approached, Meredith left, going down the stairs. "Well, okay then. Bye, Meredith,"
"Yep," Cristina muttered, glancing at her hands. Emily sighed, looking at the activity below. She spotted Meredith crossing the floor before straightening up. "Burke wants a relationship."
"I heard Derek didn't sign the divorce papers," she said under her breath. Cristina regarded her for a moment before turning to look out over the waiting area again.
"Boys are stupid."
"Sing it,"
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"Your ultrasound reveals minimal tearing, so we're just going to keep monitoring it, and it should heal." Emily smiled, placing the wand back on the machine. The woman on the bed smiled, laughing.
"Oh, thank god."
"I'll be back to check on you later," The intern informed, "And I'll update you on this," She pointed at the blacked-out lights. "Have some rest, Mrs. Wong." Patting the woman on the shoulder, she left the room and stopped at the nurse's station, giving it to the woman behind the counter. Noticing a presence by her side, she turned to face the OB/GYN.
"Dr. Moore, how is she?" Addison asked, her face barely visible.
"Fine. Tear is healing up nicely."
"Have you seen Derek?" She fidgeted, pulling at her fingers. Glancing at her toes, she shook her head. "Can you tell him I'm looking for him?"
"I'm on your service and I'm kind of avoiding him because he said he would sign the papers," the brunette admitted, looking at the tall redhead. "He didn't sign the divorce papers yet." The change in Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd's face was visible to even a blind person.
"He didn't?"
"No. I can understand that, I guess. You're like family." The attending looked away, expression thoughtful before giving her a small smile. "Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd?"
"Thank you,"
"You're welcome? Where are you going?" She called after the attending who started walking rather fast in the direction of the O.R. as the lights flickered on.
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"Derek,"
"Hey, Em." The neurosurgeon turned from where he was sitting in the lobby to face her. His thoughtful expression turned to a surprised one, "Hi,"
"I'm, uh, going to Joe's. Want to come?" She held onto her arms crossed over her chest as he uncrossed his leg and sat up.
"Maybe later." Nodding, she walked past him to the exit until she paused at his voice. "Have you been avoiding me?" The intern pulled at her jacket, turning to him. Her expression said it all. She was. "You're on Meredith's side."
"You're my first friend, you always will be. But Meredith didn't deserve to find out the way she did. To be honest, if I were her, I wouldn't even be trying, even if I did love you." Her lips pressed into a thin line as she looked down to the floor. "Bye, Derek."
"Bye,"
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"You really think he's not coming?"
"It is getting a little hard to watch," Izzie glanced at Meredith, bringing her glass to her lips.
"It was hard to watch an hour ago, now it's just pathetic." The blonde slammed her hand on the bar counter, turning to them.
"Who's pathetic? You, who pretend to be my friends, are calling me pathetic behind my back, in front of my face." She glared, as George pointed innocently at himself. "Why don't you just dump the pig's blood on me now and get it over with?"
"I'm just saying, Mer. Even I don't believe in him anymore," Emily opined, throwing a dart at the board. Their pagers began beeping, "9-1-1."
"We just worked a 30-hour shift." The TV was turned on, broadcasting a train wreck.
"I'm not complaining, look at that," She dashed for the door, followed by her friends as they ran across the street, seeing the ambulance bay full of paramedics and injured soon-to-be patients. Tying up her hair, she gaped at all the wounds. "Holy shit. Holy freaking hell,"
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"Who's Satan's whore?" she asked as she leaned against the wall near the door frame. "Nice banana bag, Meredith. Stylish."
"Thank you. So did you yell back?" Alex sighed, with a 'no'. "Dude, you lost your mojo. We're talking about Addison, by the way," She told Emily who nodded, poking Alex in the shoulder.
"Excuse you,"
"I was trying to talk boy," Meredith muttered pathetically. Alex rolled his eyes and Emily could only smile at how childlike the surgeon was.
"O'Malley plugs a hole with his finger and everyone walks around like he's some kind of hero." Alex said incredulously, his arms crossing tighter across his chest. "I had one off day,"
"You chickened out," Emily told him bluntly and he shook his head with a skeptical smile.
"I hesitated."
"Why didn't you kiss Izzie?" His smile froze, and he turned to leave, but Emily pushed him back as Cristina rushed to them.
"It's not in the morgue," Her expression was panicked as she ranted, "I've looked in the ambulances and the E.R. How is one, bloody, hairy leg going to destroy my career?" she asked, making large hand gestures before stalking off. Sharing a look between Alex and Meredith, she shrugged.
"Dr. Karev?" The man behind the counter asked, holding sheets of paper. Reading it quickly, he walked past them as Meredith told him she hopes he found his 'mojo'.
"I find you disturbing without it."
"Me too," he called back. Taking Alex's place at the door frame, she stared at the shorter woman as she rested her head against the wood, muttering an 'ow'.
"I've never had tequila." Emily told her, crossing her leg over the other. "How is it?"
"It's fruity." She grinned at the blonde's drawled words. "Like really fruity,"
"Fruity, huh?"
"You should try it some time. It leads to questionable life choices and terrible consequences." Meredith said, blowing a piece of hair from her face.
"Oh, yeah, 'cause that's really appealing. No, if I wanted to make bad choices, I would choose anything over tequila. Drugs, maybe, definitely peer pressure."
"But peer pressure isn't any fun."
"Well, you might be right." She looked away to see the same man waving another set of papers, "Meredith, your labs." The blonde pushed off the wall, grabbing her IV stand and snatching the papers. "Sober?"
"Yeah. I'll see you later?"
"Maybe."
"And then I'm getting you to try tequila." At Emily's face, Meredith sighed, "One shot?"
"No."
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"Pregnant guy?" Emily hissed as she flipped through the binder. "You stole him from psych. didn't you?" She glanced between Izzie and Cristina.
"Come on, we have to cheer her up." Izzie pleaded, hand on the doorknob. Caving, the brunette gave a reluctant nod. "Yay! Just don't answer any questions so we don't get assigned to anything."
"That'll make us look stupid." Their looks became resemblant of a puppy's. "Fine,"
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"You're selling tickets?!" She asked, a hint of disbelief in her voice. She dropped her tray on the table and sat down, cracking open the case for her sandwich. Biting into it, she stared at Cristina.
"We're just brokering a few deals."
"Sort of like backstage passes. You want in on the cash?" Izzie offered, glancing at her fellow female interns.
"No." They chorused, shaking their heads. "That's wrong. Give me that!" Emily snatched the money from Cristina who tried to grab it back. "Give the money back, take back the tickets. A patient isn't going to be treated like some circus freak!" Cristina grumbled, finally receiving her money back.
"I didn't get a pregnant guy. I was Burke's new go-to guy, but that's over thanks to you," He said, tone indignant. "He didn't know that I knew about the two of you."
"Stop talking," The black-haired woman hissed, looking around. Izzie smiled before looking up and seeing Alex, pushing a wheelchair.
"What on Earth?" They all glanced at the duo as she greeted them hesitantly.
"I'm Alex's charity case."
"I like her already," Cristina said.
"Are you volunteering?" George asked, chewing as Emily shuffled her chair to make room for the kid's wheelchair.
"Don't ask."
"Why?" Izzie inquired, irked, "It's not like we can read your mind. It's not like we have any idea in your tiny, tiny, tiny, little brain."
"She has a point," Cristina commented as her pager began to beep, "Oh, I am hungry!" she complained, standing. Grabbing her drink, she left. Nicole glanced around, questioning their popularity.
"Oh, she had fries," Emily smirked, grabbing one and popping it into her mouth. "And we are totally the cool kids. The coolest of the cool. We have all the rumors spread about us because we're living the dream life."
"I've never had real friends," The girl admitted, poking at her salad. "Having a catheter meant being in the hospital a lot."
"You get used to it, especially the asses who seem to work here," Emily replied with a side eye at Alex.
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"What is going on in here?" Meredith yelled, as Emily entered after her.
"Everybody out!" The brunette yelled, equally as loud, jabbing a thumb to the door. As one of them protested, she persisted. "Out! Give me that!" Plucking a woman's camera from her hands, she continued to push people out, confiscating cameras and those stupid tickets.
"Mr. Herman is a patient - a surgical patient - who is sick and tired of being stared at!" Meredith made her way to Izzie and Cristina, who had guilty faces on as they fidgeted with the cash in their hands. "You two - this isn't a zoo!" Meredith's tone turned angry and full of disbelief as Emily herded and shoved people towards the door.
"Out! Out! Out!"
"You know what? If all of you want to point and whisper and stare at me," Meredith locked eyes with everyone in the room, "knock yourselves out. 'Look at Meredith. Isn't she sad and pathetic and heartbroken? Maybe she's gone mental.'" The blonde threw an arm into the air as she crowded even Izzie and Cristina to the exit. Emily frowned at her as she placed a hand on Mr. Herman's stomach before placing the stethoscope on the rounded skin. "Maybe I have, but leave Mr. Herman alone. You should be ashamed of yourself." The door nearly closed before Meredith entered again, listening to his heart.
"Meredith."
"Shut up,"
"Fuck them. Honestly,"
A/N: Edited - June 25, 2018
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